They looked at the emperor clock that fell into slag in front of them, staring in disbelief.
He had heard about the Kunlunzhu being the nemesis of Emperor Zhong, and he was mentally prepared on the way.
But he thought that the worst result would be to lose both. As long as the Emperor's clock is still there, they still have a chance of winning.
But he didn't expect that Mo Xiaosheng would use such a decisive way.
He would rather let himself be a funeral, and he must destroy the Emperor's Bell.
This way of waiting for work, he really knows it thoroughly!
The house looked bitterly at the large group of ghost soldiers in front of him.
Although the number of ghost soldiers is almost half less than before, they still cannot be underestimated. After these years, people who die normally in the world will come to ghosts. Some of them will enter the cycle of reincarnation, and some will be here. Live permanently.
Like Chen Tzuyu, there are many who have lived in ghosts for thousands of years.
The house tour felt several energy bodies that were no less than his in these ghost soldiers.
Some he knows, some he doesn't.
The house was weighed and weighed again and again, and with a retreat, he made a big gesture to his magic soldier, and said: "Withdraw!"
His voice was very loud, and apart from the magic soldier, Chen Tzuyu could also hear it clearly.
Chen Tzuyu snorted coldly, took a step forward, and said, "I want to go now? You are afraid that you don't put my ghost in your eyes!"
As soon as he said this, the ghost soldiers who were still quiet just boiled in an instant!
Although they have been dead for many years, their emotions have been so weak that only instinct remains.
But in the battle just now, countless friends and relatives were wiped out under their own noses. It would be a vain not to report such a grievance!
"Don't go!"
"I'm desperately trying to get you to bury you!"
"You shameless hooves, if you have something, we can solve it all at once, so as not to take the opportunity to attack again in the future!"
"No, it hurts people behind the back. Isn't this the method your demons like to use most?"
The sound of the crusade was louder than the waves, and gradually fermented under the ears of Chen Ziyu and Lu Man.
Listening to their voices, Chen Tzuyu sneered more clearly, "Have you heard? Lord Demon Lord, your own people, don't want to let you go!"
His expression was cold and indifferent, as if he didn't take this matter to heart at all.
But Lu Man knew that this was his expression of anger.
The more angry he is, the more peaceful he looks on the surface.
"Then what do you want?" House Tour obviously took a breath, and said to him in a bad tone.
"What do you want?" Chen Tzuyu laughed out loud as if he heard something funny. "When Lord Demon attacked my ghost, why didn't you think about what I wanted?"
"I think the devil doesn't know the truth about the king and the loser, right?"
House You's face gradually darkened, "If you want to kill, you have to do what you want, you don't need to be here to ridicule me!"
Chen Tzuyu squinted his eyes, and there was a hint of danger around him.
At this time, he still had the courage to say such a thing!
"Okay, my king's request is very simple. As long as your house tour lets my people give you a punch and promises not to set foot in my ghost territory again, my king will let you go, how about?"